It starts with the cutlery
And is followed with the bang of doors
The sounds of a toddler deciding
That everything needs to live on the floor
Then comes the pots, the pans
The spatula, the baking trays
Piece by piece, it's pulled from its cupboard
A placed in a spot, like a haphazard maze
Not one part of it is silent
It echos throughout the house
Catching not only my attention, but the dogs
One who would be scared of a mouse
But being caught doesn't worry you
You just stare at me pleased
At your work being acknowledged
Apprised and not ceased
YOU ARE READING
Moments from Motherhood
PoetryMotherhood can be beautiful. It can be lonely. It can be fulfilling. It can be hard. Those moments from my own motherhood journey are compiled in this poetry collection. From dealing with mothers guilt to the antics my toddler gets up to, these are...
